I wrote in my book journal mid-2023 about Stoner by John Williams (very very good book by the way): Another thing the author said that affected me was that he thought that literature is not to be studied and understood, and rather experienced and enjoyed. Of course that’s ironic because this book feels sad!! But I agree that it should be experienced and I did. I do try and understand books, of what it means to the author or myself and yeah I suppose I don’t enjoy them sometimes when I’m stuck pointing out how stupid the books are. Which brings me to another realization that I have been pondering on for a while. At some point I considered literature, to shorten it, an effective study of life, of course that’s not all it is, but for brevity I’ll keep it at that. The thing is, I found that it’s a way for me to understand worlds and people because it’s difficult for me to do so in real life. And I worry that not only am I taking out the fun in some books, I am also overflowing myself w/life that I am not supposed to encounter so early and that I should experience these reflections from actual people instead of being “quietly resigned.” I’m not sure how this affects my favourite hobby, but I’ll probably try to read more stupid (wow I sound so harsh and snobbish, I’m not, I’m also stupid) YA’s or soulless romcoms.
What do you read for?
What do you read for?
What do you read for?
I wrote in my book journal mid-2023 about Stoner by John Williams (very very good book by the way): Another thing the author said that affected me was that he thought that literature is not to be studied and understood, and rather experienced and enjoyed. Of course that’s ironic because this book feels sad!! But I agree that it should be experienced and I did. I do try and understand books, of what it means to the author or myself and yeah I suppose I don’t enjoy them sometimes when I’m stuck pointing out how stupid the books are. Which brings me to another realization that I have been pondering on for a while. At some point I considered literature, to shorten it, an effective study of life, of course that’s not all it is, but for brevity I’ll keep it at that. The thing is, I found that it’s a way for me to understand worlds and people because it’s difficult for me to do so in real life. And I worry that not only am I taking out the fun in some books, I am also overflowing myself w/life that I am not supposed to encounter so early and that I should experience these reflections from actual people instead of being “quietly resigned.” I’m not sure how this affects my favourite hobby, but I’ll probably try to read more stupid (wow I sound so harsh and snobbish, I’m not, I’m also stupid) YA’s or soulless romcoms.